"Comm check...
Testing, one... two...
Kwes Boaz speaking.
...you a hear me?
Ah. You ever wake up and feel like something's...missing? That's my life. Seven years after. Now I'm back, but nothing's the way I left it. Not even me.
Amnija happened righ...
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Jeeez...he really caught me in 4K, making a fool of myself. Rolling my eyes at the thought, I slapped the pillow over my face.
The bwoy laugh enuh!
Now it's a new day. The sunlight is flooding through the curtains, and I still couldn't get rid of his damn voice making fun of me.
PAUSEEE. . .
Is that...is that...food?
The aroma was hitting. It invaded the room. My nose. My thoughts. My belly started rumbling. And just like that...I was hungry.
I sniffed. Ouuu. The scent yanked me up from the bed. I slid on my slides, following it straight to a tattooed, muscular back, black drawstring, low hanging shorts on his hips. He stood around the counter, plating the breakfast.
"Good morning," I spoke, my voice hoarse. It usually was. The morning air made it worst. Sexy to Kwes clearly, he was already smiling.
"Mi make yuh breakfast," his voice deep. I melted immediately.
"You're such a husband materiallll," I cooed, walking towards the island to see the breakfast he made for me.
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He wiped my smile off with what he said next.
"Yuh bleach a man window enuh! With all a deh hard work deh? Weh yuh expect? Man did affi make yuh some breakfast so yuh can get back yuh likkle energy," he laughed.
I glared up at him, my mouth shooting out.
"You just AFFI get pan mi nerves! Don't it?!" he's chuckling, sprinkling a pinch of salt on my eggs.
